Cora nodded. "Very good..." She leaned against the wagon, peering inside for breif moments of time and eyeing the prisoner up and down. "When will you be ready to leave?" She again questioned the guards.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Renald coughed loudly to get the groups attention.

"Might I ask what this little party of yours is all about?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Aelin pulled her mottled green and grey cloak around her shoulder, cowl covering her red hair. She was supposed to help escort the prisonor to Rohan. She was to stay silent and in the shadows. As far as the other should know she was a shadow.

Aelin slipped passed the guards with ease, using the shadows to hid herself. She looked into the cart at the man. She eyes were hiding by the cowl, but they showed a slight hint of sorrow for the man.

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The Ever So Confused One

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Cora whipped around at the voice of the man and her eyes narrowed slightly. She was in disguise as usual, and as usual, it was that of a man. (Forgot to mention that when she first came .... drat I hate when I forget things like that....) "We are transporting a prisoner, but all other information is to be kept to ourselves," she answered carefully in her disguised voice. She had mastered this art for years, and many knew her as simply "Cor" a strange young 'man' who kept 'his' hood over 'his' head at all times.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Renald bit the apple and began to speak with his mouth almost full after a while of chewing.

"A prisoner? What did he do? I heard he is that crazy one whom slaughtered all those innocent people with no apparent reason..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Marilla came out in her usaully clothing, as soon as she appeared she was given mean looks. Ignoring them she went to the side of the wagon and looked in. "Hello," She said to the man inside, "I'm Marilla." she was about to put her hand through the bars to shake his hand when she was jerked away. It was known that she trusted too easily, and belived there was once good in most evils, like Sauron. She wasn't liked much because of that.

The guard looked at the prisonner then back at her.
"As soon as you have all of your esscort you may leave."

Malhock shot his gaze at the face at the bars. His pircing blue eyes drilled into hers. He growled slightly at the sight of her.

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Cora eyed the stranger for a moment. "That might be true, yes, but we don't need spectators," she snapped in a gruff manner, acting out her disguise. Her eyes, shadowed by the cloak of her hood, took in the peircing gaze of Malhock, then she noticed Marilla and pulled her back carefully. "I wouldn't touch him, milady, he's killed women and children without remorse, it is best to just leave him be." She said this as "gentlemanly" as she could then released the young woman.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Marilla looked at the woman. "There must have been a reason, what was he like before he went 'mad'?" She then looked back at the man inside the wagon and smiled sadly. "I mean, what if he was spelled, or enchanted, or possed, and still is. You need to look at all truths before you condem." She looked back at the woman. "What is his name?"

(Cora is in disguise as a man just so ya know. *realizes people have had trouble noticing it in other threads* o.o )

"Milady, it is not my matter to judge, so do not waste your speech on me...." Cora was a little irritated by this young woman, and took on a deeper tone. She really had no idea what Cora herself had seen in her endless years, but Cora gave a slight shrug at herself and returned to the conversation. "His name is Malhock," she responded, her jaw clenched slightly, though her face was hidden beneath the shadow of the hood causing it to appear that of a young man, and her hand rested on her sword hilt.

(Now please all kindly remember her disguise, I have had trouble with it being remember Maybe I should make a guy character instead.... I'll make an evil one sometime )

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~Cyclist in Training~

Renald smiled as he turned away and disappeared into an alley, he threw his hood off and began walking towards his hideout whistling. He opened a cellar door, which lead into the basement of a house besiding the alley and he looked around in the torch light. He had his equipment laying there packed for a trip, he took his equipment and left the same way he came. He locked the hatch and then continued his way to the stables whistling..

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Rhavaniel foundd the party at a wagon. She assumed the prisoner was inside. When she heard about a prisoner being escorted to Rohan she knew she was going to help she was always up for an adventure.
"Hello I am Rhavaniel," she said,"When do we depart?"

Deawen turned her horse and waited when she was given the signal she whistled sharply then slowly rode forward, she kept he distance from the others but stayed close enough if trouble should arise. her horse started off in a prance till Deawen corrected it. " i need you alert boy not tired to help" her horse nickered and Deawen patted his neck she kept her hood down no use disguising her self she was known to gondor but none dared to mess with her she was never alone hidden companions everywhere. 8)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Cora turned to see Rhav. She bowed low in greeting. "Welcome, Lady Rhavaniel, we are departing as soon as we have all the recruits and assigned guards. And I assume you are one of them?" She removed again the parchment from her paper and glanced over it. "Ah yes, and one by the name of Aelin as well... " She mumbled to herself, keeping her disguise.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Can I join?
Name: Rochnur Eowine
Age: 35ish
Race: Full blood human
Appearence: Tall, muscular. He has brown hair and bright green eyes. Wears forest color clothing.
History: Not much worth mentioning

He's good natured and fun loving, but serious when he has to be.

He travels with his buckskin stallion, Kahalil. He has a special talent with horses, and can communicate with them very well. Part of some special team in Rohan that would let him have the job of escorting a prisoner.

Weapons: Bow. Long sword. A few daggers here and there.
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Rochnur galloped quickly on Kahalil, as he raced to the prison.
"Why do I always have to be late? " He thought to himself. "Why can I never be on time?" He was chosen by Eomer king to escort a dangerous prisoner to him. He halted quickly outside the prison and told Kal(Horse's nickname) to stay. He raced into the prison, and down the corridor. He came right to the prisoner's cell, just as a young man said the words

"Welcome, Lady Rhavaniel, we are departing as soon as we have all the recruits and assigned guards. And I assume you are one of them?" "Ah yes, and one by the name of Aelin as well... "

"Wait!" Rochnur said "I'm here to. Rochnur Eowine" He smiled good naturedly.

Lenne was riding her horse along the lonely road, that went through the woods. She clicked her tongue lightly and then pulled on the reigns, as she reached her destination. She jumped off her horse, to find everyone near the wagon that held Malhock. She folded her arms and walked towards everyone. She sighed. "How is the prisoner? Is he cooperating?"

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